Jeremy 057; Tidbits And Morsels
Buttons turned his head to look at him eye ridges raised in curiosity. "how much did you have to do with me getting a job in the bureau?" "i thought you'd figure that out." "and the promotion?"
Jeremy 079; Future Concerns
Jackson sat and gazed at him with raised eye ridges for several long moments. a smile slowly spread across his face. "i can see where jeremy gets his smarts from.
Un-Titled (Episode 1)
Suddenly, she found herself painfully rolling along the forest floor, over a ridge and onto soft ground. later she found that her poor stallion had caught its front leg on the rock.
Home
It was a lot softer than i expected, except the ridge of course hair running down his spine. he wiggled his tail in reply, and i couldn't help but laugh at the sight. i was talking to a lycan. a real life lycan.
New Story I'm working on for a friend
As the disappeared over the ridge a low guttural growl could be heard coming from the knight body, he wasn't dead. he grabbed the arrow by the shaft and pulled it out of his forehead while wincing in pain.
Defining Moment
With the ridges and wrinkles being left behind in my book, i felt free. but the bleed through from my defining moment still showed, fresh, tainting the steps i took forward and always leaving a path to the past.
Chapter 1: The Exile and Vengeance
I walked up the ridge and crouched at spotting one of the new lieutenants. "this outta be fun."
598 Aboard The Airship
It reminds him of an azatlani military cargo crate, ridged indents and clipped corners to facilitate handling, but there's something different about it, perhaps a suggestion of weight, crimped dense layers of heavy metal designed to isolate.
The Journal: Spira, Chapter 1
At my touch he turns ridged and freezes until i let him go after the question. he's so, either embarrassed or scared of my constantly changing moods, that he is so red that his fur was purple. "what's wrong?" i ask him as he turns out of my view.
City of the Damned-- Chap IV
She trailed off into silence, leaning over to lick his eye ridge gently, hissing in his ear. her breath smelled like death, yet did not repulse him. it was like it hid something else deeper. something deadly, but... something far more exciting.
Weathering the Storm
Along the center of the unkempt track grass had grown long and thick, creating a ridge of snow, like a bleached spine down the center. it was this that rick followed.
Mymic's Test of Loyalty
His skin seemed to bulge across his neck just a bit, before it too developed ridges, separating one dark purple scute from the next. he closed his mouth, as his teeth gritted together.